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This is what I hate about sleeping. How disconnected and out of it I feel. I slept for something like ten hours, and then went back down after my shower for another nap. My head hurts a bit. I can't concentrate. I can barely hold a conversation. I just want to sleep more.

And my bloody damned shoes aren't here. I'm home 80% of the workday hours, and the UPS man can't show up. Damn it.

I want to go hide back in bed.

I suppose you should have been here

But last night we decided that Gene, Melynda and everyone else apparently are all figments of my imagination, Reive said something so hilarious and so correct, there are elves living in the closet, and I live in a house where people threaten to lick each other's pillows. Oh, and one of the Weasley lizards from our porch got into the house and died in Gene's room, prompting a lot of insane laughter and shrieking from various members of the house.

All of that makes up for the crankiness and the headache.

Still waiting on the UPS man. He has fifteen minutes to get here before I need to leave, and I want my damned boots. Wizard needs shoes badly.

Melynda and I are threatening to buy life size carboard standees of Legolas and Aragorn to put in the living room. Gene does not seem amused. Hah.